JACOB
The dinner was finally over and I was eager to go on my date. It's been a while since I've been out with a guy because I kept meeting creeps who wants nothing but a quick fuck.
Well...it's not that I don't like it. I was just starting to get tired of playing around. It was about time I settled down, as Alison mentioned earlier.
Nah, I am just kidding. I was nowhere near ready to settle down. What's the fun in that?
But for some reason, I felt a twinge of jealousy when I saw her with that new guy. What was his name? Mike? No, it was Michael.
I had watched him closely as I tend to do with all of her boyfriends. She was my only sister, so I was naturally protective over her. But Michael seemed alright. He was tall and lean with a head full of light brown hair. He was nicely built as far as I could tell. I noticed a small scar on his chin. When he looked at me with curiosity, his light blue eyes looked expressive and intelligent.
He seemed almost shy as he barely made eye contact with me.
Cute...
I could swear I saw him glancing at me every time he thought I wasn't looking. But that could be my imagination.
I forced myself to stop thinking about Michael and walked inside the bar.
When I stepped inside, I almost broke into a happy dance when I saw my date sitting on a tall bar stool, lazily sipping from his glass of whiskey.
He was sexy, just like in his pictures. Actually, no. Calling him sexy would be an understatement. He was built like a Greek God. He must love working out like me.
I took my time in approaching him, so it didn't seem like I was eager to meet him.
"Hey, Francis?" I stood behind him and asked. He turned to me and smiled. His eyes lit up. I guess he liked what he saw too.
"Jacob, hey! Wow, you are just as good-looking as your pictures," Francis grinned.
I had been chatting him up on I*******m for a couple of weeks ever since he followed me on my account, and tonight we finally decided to meet in person.
"I'm glad you think so. You aren't half bad." I chuckled. "I hope you didn't wait too long. I got tied up in a family thing but here I am," I added.
"I'm just glad you made it." Francis smiled and touched my arm.
We spend the evening talking about anything and everything. It turned out we had a lot in common. We talked until it was closing time, and the bartender started to wrap everything up and close for the night.
We got the hint and walked out to say goodbye.
"Shoot. I don't want tonight to end," Francis said. His eyes were cloudy for drinking a little too much. I had a few drinks myself, but I was feeling fine.
Me neither.
"Why don't we go back to my place? I have an amazing loft by the river," Francis offered.
"We just met, and you're trying to take me home already. You work fast," I smirked.
Francis chuckled. "It's not like that. I just thought you'd want to hang out some more, and everything is closed." He paused. "Why do you hesitate? Don't you trust me?"
I looked him up and down. It wasn't like I was worried about being alone with him. I could take him down if I needed to since he wasn't much bigger than me. "Fine, we'll go to your place, but one wrong move, and I'll tackle you to the ground."
"Don't think I'd mind," Francis winked.
Cheeky bastard.
He was right about his loft. It was a bachelor's dream. It was gigantic, with an indoor pool and a beautiful backyard.
Behind it was a large river that sparkled under the moonlight. Dude must be rich.
"Nice place. What exactly do you do again?" I raised my eyebrows.
Francis chuckled. "I am only a student with very generous parents. I hope you don't mind that."
"Nope. Why should I?" I asked.
"Some guys think I'm a spoiled brat. But they are missing out because they could've been the spoiled ones if they stuck by me," he smirked.
Shoot, I didn't mind that. I'd like to be spoiled once in a while.
Francis gave me a tour of the place then paused in front of the bedroom. "I suppose it's too early to show you this?"
"You're right. I'm not that easy. If you want me, you got to work for it." I chuckled. I was lying. I wanted to sleep with him, but I wasn't that desperate to have sex on the first date. Besides, this guy seemed like someone I wanted to see more than once, not like the others who were just one-night stands.
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"I had a lot of fun talking to you," Francis said after we walked outside to say goodbye.
"Yeah, me too. We should do this again sometimes," I said.
"I would like that," Francis said. He looked like he was about to say something else but stopped. Instead, he leaned closer to me. "Is that okay if I kiss you?" he asked quietly.
I hesitated. Things were going a little fast, but I never shy away from a kiss. Francis seemed like a sweet guy, and he was sexy. So why not?
I made my decision then pressed my lips on his. I only meant to do a small peck since it was our first, but he cupped my cheeks and pushed his tongue inside.
Bold and forward, I like that.
I grabbed the back of his head and nibbled on his lower lips. He was a good kisser, so no complaints there.
We were both breathless when the kiss was over. "I like you. I hope we can see each other often. Are you sure you don't want to stay the night?" he whispered.
I controlled my impulse to say yes to spending the night with him. "Not tonight. But I would like to see you again very soon. How about we hang out again tomorrow?" I asked.
Francis shook his head yes.
I hopped into a taxi and went back to my apartment. My apartment was tiny compared to Francis's loft, but it was cozy. I checked my phone to see if I missed any calls and saw a text from Alison.
'Michael and I were wondering if you want to go on a double date with us? I'd like you to get to know him more. Do it for me, please?' she wrote.
A double date, huh? I remembered Michael's face and smirked. I wanted to get to know him too and see what kind of dork Alison was into. 'Sure, why not? Let's do it tomorrow,' I replied.
MICHAEL I said something impulsive and now I regret it. I told Alison that I wanted her brother to join us on our date. I could hardly think when I was around him. And we only hung out for a few hours and we barely talked. Why did I think it was a good idea to spend a whole evening with him? Maybe it was a good idea. I must be overthinking things, and maybe once I spend more time with him, I won't feel flustered anymore. I mean, what am I feeling flustered about in the first place? I had no idea. Alison and I decided to meet them at a Steakhouse for dinner. The plan was to eat some dinner then hit up the local bar to have drinks and play pool. "Um...do we really have to do all that? Can't we just have dinner and go to the movies?" I asked Alison. "Oh come on, we won't be able to talk during the movie, so that would defeat the purpose of spending time together," Alison said dismissively. That was the idea. I fel
JACOB I looked at Michael and wondered what was wrong with him. He had been acting kind of strange, and his face and neck kept turning red. Maybe he was getting sick. Earlier, when I went to the bathroom to check on him, he said he was fine, but I wasn't convinced. So I decided to keep an eye on him. But he seemed to act normal the rest of the evening after we arrived at the bar. I ordered us a round of drinks and split into two teams for the pool. "Michael's on my team since I promised to teach him how to play," I announced and slapped him on the shoulder. "Go ahead and steal my boyfriend, why don't you?" Alison rolled her eyes. "I know how you feel, sister," Francis joked. "Is that okay with you, Mike?" I looked at him and winked. Michael gave me a shy smile. "It's cool." We played a few rounds, and wow...Michael wasn't kidding when he said he was bad at it. He was absolutely terrible.
MICHAEL Shit... I didn't mean to react the way I did when Jacob touched me. And judging by the look on his face, I knew I had offended him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." I started to apologize, but he interrupted. "No, it's okay. I understand. I shouldn't have touched your face like that. It was just a natural reaction, and I didn't mean anything by it," Jacob smiled, but he still looked hurt. "No Jacob. I'm serious. I didn't hate it when you...uh...checked my temperature," I let out a nervous chuckle. He smiled at me. His green eyes were sparkling under the moonlight. "So you liked it?"
MICHAEL I haven't seen Jacob since the day I almost died. I needed an excuse to see him again, but I didn't know how to bring it up to Alison. I wanted to thank him properly. But I couldn't tell her directly that I wanted to hang out with him. For some reason, I felt awkward asking. I got another chance to see him after a week or so. I guess you could say the opportunity practically fell on my lap. Alison came over to hang out with me in my dorm, and we started to make out. She slipped her hand inside my shirt and caressed my body while I had my fingers tangled inside her hair. She moaned against my mouth as I skillfully sucked on her lower lip. Alison always praised me for being an amazing kisser, but I swear I didn't practice on apples. It came naturally to me. "Michael... it's about to be three months since we started dating. Don't you think we should go on the...um...the next level?" Alison said in a hoarse whisper after I broke the kiss.
MICHAEL "Isn't this beautiful?" Jacob said and pointed at the antique bookshelf in front of us. He had stars in his eyes like he had just discovered the national treasure. To be completely honest, this was the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my entire life, but I kept my mouth shut. "Oh...yeah...gorgeous!" I said instead. No reason to hurt the man's feelings. "I'm thinking two of us can easily carry this to the truck. You look like you work out," he said and looked me up and down. Oh, so he noticed. "I can handle it," I said. I may have overestimated my strength just a little bit because I spent the next few hours regretting my life decisions. Moving the ugly shelf turned out to be a major pain in the ass. I was sweating, wheezing, and wishing for someone to put me out of my misery even though I was only lifting one side while he lifted the other. I wondered how he was doing. I somehow managed to live w
JACOB I only wanted to mess with him. Michael seemed to be the kind of person who was easy to tease. I mean...his reactions were adorable. After spending a few hours with him, my suspicion of him being homophobic disappeared. There was no way he had an ounce of hatred in his heart. When I was roughhousing with him, his reactions were just as expected. He was having fun and taking it lightly, not disgusted by me because I was a man who flirted with him. What I didn't expect was the response I got from between his legs as I pressed against his body. What in the hell happened? "Hey, Michael...did you just..." "I GOT A GO TO THE BATHROOM!" Michael shouted and pushed me off of him, then ran inside the bathroom at speed I didn't think was humanely possible. I was too stunned to react fast, so I just sat on the ground for a hot minute, then slowly got up to check on him. I got to confront the kid. Maybe it was nothing
ALISON Michael had been acting weird lately, and I can pinpoint the day it started. He had been acting strange and distant ever since I invited him to the family dinner. It seemed like he was nervous the entire time and couldn't wait to leave, especially around my brother Jacob. That's right. He had been acting especially weird around Jacob. At first, I thought it was because Jacob was scaring him. But that's not it because he jumped at the opportunity to help Jacob out when he asked. Why would you be so eager to help someone you scared off? Was he trying to kiss Jacob's ass? But why? It's not that we need his permission to date! He brushed me off when I tried to ask and was all flustered. "Do you think Michael has been acting different lately?" I asked one of my best friends, Lisa, as she took a big bite of her sandwich. Lisa was in the same class as Michael and me, and sometimes, we had lunch together. She always tol
MICHAEL Oh crap. I think I might've messed things up with Alison. She invited me over for a nice dinner. And then, she was all over me wearing that sexy outfit, but I... I couldn't do it. I wasn't turned on by her this time. I think I need to go ahead and accept the fact that I wasn't attracted to Alison anymore. But why? It wasn't that I didn't think she wasn't pretty anymore. She is still one of the sexiest girls I've ever met, but somehow that didn't matter to me anymore. My mind was somewhere else. Where was my mind, you ask? Somewhere where it shouldn't be. I kept thinking about Jacob. I still remember his warm breath fanning my skin when he leaned over. The way his bright green eyes bored into mine. I've never seen such beautiful eyes. At least not on a man. And when he almost kissed me, I was excited. Not disgusted or embarrassed. The anticipation was giving me butterflies in my stomach and I eagerly waited for our lips